This story is a spin off of my original story/series (Love Comes Second). It is not in the same genre of stories, but they are related so there may be some places/scenes where the genres overlap. This series will be from the perspectives of the two servants, Luke and Mary.
I recommend that you read my previous chapters before this one.
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Chapter VII
Luke
The queen sends for me, so I walk up to her separate chambers briskly. I knock on her door.
"Luke?" she answers.
"Yes, your Majesty."
"Come in," she says. I open the door and she smiles at me.
"You called for me, your Majesty?"
"Yes, I wanted you to ask my son to come see me, it's urgent. I called for you so you can call him because he doesn't really like to listen to anyone else," she laughs softly.
"Yes, your Majesty," I bow and shut the door behind me. I walk back to Princess Jade and Prince Douglas's room and knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Douglas asks, sounding annoyed.
"It's Luke, your highness. The queen wishes to speak with you," I reply through the door.
"Tell her I'll be there in a little while. I'm kinda busy, Luke," he replies.
"She says it's urgent, Prince Douglas," I say wearily. I don't want to tell Douglas what to do, but it seems I have to.
"Alright, tell the queen that I'm coming," he sighs.
I wait until he's through the corridor before I knock on the door again.
"Yes?" Princess Jade says.
"Your highness? I was wondering if I could come in for a minute," I say.
"Sure, come in. Only for a minute though, Douglas will be coming back shortly," I enter the room and approach the steps by the bed.
"What is it that you need Luke?" Jade asks politely.
"Well, you see, I have a problem that I don't know how to fix. You seem like someone who gives good advice, so I was hoping you could lend me some?" I ask.
"I'm sure I could do that for you. I know how hard you work for my husband," she replies with a smile.
"Thank you, princess," I pause, thinking if I really want to do this, "There's this lady that I'm courting - or was, I'm not sure at this point. Anyhow, I implied I was seeing another woman and now she won't let me touch her at all. Nor will she let me talk to her to explain that I'm not really seeing another lady. I had to lie to a friend in front of her about having... intercourse... with another woman so we wouldn't get in trouble for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I just can't live without her, I love her. Tell me how to get her back, please?" I say, not taking a breath between sentences. I feel like I might cry, which is really out of character for me.
Before the princess can say anything, there's another knock at the door.